Butterflies fly into my eyes So the colors I could see Their love grows my hope Opening my eyes to dream
I need a flower to match their broken wings I need the love to match their silent eyes The love is their nest. The love is their home I want to plant my butterflies for Christ
On the cloud they land and wait for me The grapes in the sky are their home I can not stop them. They have to go I need to fly with them before I am too old
The butterflies can lead me to the courage The years pass by in just one day I wait until my grandfather passes by And like a blind child I hold onto their wings to fly away
Butterflies
Oil on canvas, Age 8 (2003) 25" x 25" Original & Prints Available